Chapter 2377: Blood-stained portrait

The silver needle broke through the air and flew towards Chen Sheng.
The man in the green shirt frowned slightly and raised his hand to grab it forward.
There was suction in his hand, and the silver needle trembles suddenly, and it is about to fall at any time, as if he was caught in his palm.
But just when the silver needle was about to stop, the outer shell of the silver needle burst open, and a smaller silver needle sprang out from it. This new silver needle was as thin as a cow's hair, and at a faster speed, it went straight. Fly to Chen Sheng.
This move was beyond the expectation of the man in the green shirt. By the time he wanted to make another move, it was too late.
An anger suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Chen Sheng only felt that he had never been so close to death for a moment, like today.
The entire mountain, all the scenes, all disappeared, in his eyes, only this silver needle was left, a deadly silver needle.
The silver needle glowed with cold light, enough to penetrate his body back and forth.
"First step back six steps, and then three steps left." At this moment, watching the silver needle go straight to Chen Sheng, the man in the green shirt shouted calmly.
Chen Sheng, who was staring at the silver needle, moved with it.
He subconsciously listened to the command of the man in the blue shirt. He kicked and kicked and retreated six big steps, his heel was empty, and his right foot was half of the position. He stepped out of the mountain platform, and moved half a step further, and he fell into the cliff. End.
The silver needle followed, Chen Sheng did not dare to hesitate, and quickly moved it to the left.
After taking the first step, he noticed something was wrong.
"No, this silver needle will change direction with my movements!"
The silver needle turned around with a buzzing needle, and rushed towards him.
"Believe me!" The voice of the man in the green shirt sounded precisely at this moment.
Chen Sheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists instantly.
He hates the feeling of being in the hands of others.
Life is in the hands of others. What is the difference from other's slaves and slaves?
It is an animal who is in control of life, not a human!
But today, he has no choice, he can't resist, can't take risks, and can't go crazy.
His parents have not been buried yet, so he can't just leave his parents' bodies here!
He went to the left, continued to move, and took three more steps.
In the corner of his eye, the gate of Ningyun Sect suddenly appeared.
Without thinking about it, Chen Sheng leaped, reached out his hand to hook the mountain gate, and yanked, throwing his body into the mountain gate.
The silver needle was unrelenting, followed closely, and continued to impact towards the mountain gate.
Looking at the momentum, as long as Chen Sheng is not killed, this silver needle will definitely not stop.
"Humph."
As soon as the silver needle touched the range of the mountain gate, just when it touched, a thin hand stretched out from the mountain gate in the void.
This hand holds a black brush. The brush is about the size of an arm and is as thick as an adult's middle finger.
The tip of the pen protruded from the void and hit the silver needle.
It was clearly a soft tip, but it was sharper than a silver needle, and it cut the fine needle from the middle.
The silver needle broke with a bang, split into two parts, and fell weakly to the ground.
"Bold, Ningyun Sect's mountain gate, dare to offend." The old voice sounded, and a thin figure suddenly appeared at the mountain gate.
"court death."
After the old man appeared, without saying anything, he held the pen in the air and hooked it randomly in the air. Chen Sheng didn't even understand what was happening. He saw the young man in white, spraying blood from his mouth and flying down the steps.
I don't know where I fell, let alone life or death.
At first glance, this silver needle was nothing but a mortal thing. The white-clothed young man was so arrogant, and there must be a powerful force behind him, but the old man ignored him, didn't care, and was really domineering.
After doing all this, the old man's body gradually faded and he was about to disappear in front of everyone.
The man in the green shirt hurriedly stepped forward, "Old Mo, since it's rare for you to make another move, why not make another move."
"Huh?" Old Mo snorted dissatisfiedly. The imaginary figure became solid again and looked at the man in the green shirt.
"I can only help you here, just as if I didn't stop his silver needle and compensate for the threat to your life." The man in the green shirt turned to look at Chen Sheng and shrugged.
Chen Sheng was blank, staring at the brush in the old man's hand, and suddenly understood.
This old man turned out to be a painter!
Compared with the painter in the village who can hardly kill a chicken, it is simply different.
There is a huge gap between the painter in the village and the old man.
The man has gold under his knees, kneeling to the sky, kneeling to his parents.
Since childhood, Chen Sheng has not kneeled to heaven, nor to the ground, but only to his parents.
But now he can kneel for his parents.
With a puff, he knelt on one knee and slammed heavily on the rock. His pants were worn and blood was flowing, but his expression remained unchanged. "Please take the initiative and draw two portraits for my parents. The younger generation will thank you again in the future!"
"Portrait?" The old man seemed to have just noticed the two coffins under the mountain gate. He glanced at the man in the green shirt at random. Just for me to come out and help him draw this portrait."
"Let me paint this thing." The old man hummed.
The green shirt man laughed a few times without speaking.
"Drawing two portraits is naturally nothing, but you are not my disciple of the Ningyun Sect, and you have nothing to do with me. Even if you insist, I just saved your life. Why should I help you paint? ?" The old man didn't say much to the man in the green shirt, but raised his sparse brow and asked about Chen Sheng.
"I am willing to bet on my future and promise that the seniors will not regret the move for today. If the senior cannot be repaid in the future, the juniors are willing to pay for it with this life."
Chen Shengzhi's words, grand and high, resounded through the mountains here.
boom!
There were blood and tears in the corner of Chen Sheng's eyes, the feeling of begging, uncomfortable, aggrieved, uneasy, and humiliated.
A few drops of blood and tears dripped down his face from the corner of his eyes.
He is sad, he is hurt, he is angry that he is useless and incompetent!
The old man glanced at Chen Sheng, then suddenly shot, and lightly picked the black brush in his hand, and hooked those drops of blood and tears into the nib.
"To paint their portraits, can you bear the pain?" the old man asked.
"Can bear it."
"In order to paint their portraits, do you have the will to die?"
"Unyielding to the death."
Before Chen Sheng's last sentence fell, there was a blood hole in his left chest and heart.
The blood hole is hideous, only a millimetre away from the beating heart.
Surprisingly, the old man shot.
The old man was holding the tip of the pen, stained with some of his blood, and spilled in the air.
The blood did not fall in the air, but slowly dispersed, and soon spread out, Ye Ye was radiant, very mysterious.
The blood was drawn into silk threads, both up and down, left and right, interlaced with each other, forming a pattern like a backgammon board.
"Use this as a paper, draw your father on the left, and draw your mother on the right. Take the small squares formed by the four lines up, down, left, and right as a reference. There must be no errors in the shape, even a mole, a wrinkle, and an eyelash. , You should also try your best to be realistic." The old man waved his hand and threw the black brush to Chen Sheng.
"Don't look at me, I have already vowed not to paint this thing for others, you hurry up, there is not enough blood, you are in your heart, if you can't hold it, hurry up and say, return the pen to me, and take you with you. The corpses of the parents rolled back down the mountain, dug a hole and buried them with me."
The old man sneered and stopped talking to Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng held a black pen, like a steel gun weighing a hundred kilograms. He wanted to lift it, and he needed precise alignment. It was extremely difficult to move for a long time.
The old man's words are even more ugly.
But Chen Sheng laughed and laughed out loud.
What kind of sect is Ningyun Sect? What kind of person is the old man?
Don't say that the old man gave him this pen and taught him the great favor of painting portraits. Even if the old man said something for him, the old man has already given him enough face as a villager.
To be a man is to know oneself.
"Thanks, senior!" he shouted, not turning around to see his parents.
In the past two days, guilty of him, he has long read his parents' appearances and read them thousands of times.
He was holding a pen to draw portraits of the two old men, coughing up blood at the corners of his mouth, and sometimes turning the pen tip upside down and rubbing it across his chest.
The finger-sized hole in his chest is like an ink platform. He uses blood as ink!
Wanling calendar, on the first day of February in March 2017, on the day when Ningyunzong took the disciples, the mountain gate was bloody, and the purple light shining in the wilderness.